Bobbin'
Bobbin' heads, bobbin' heads
Bobbin' heads, bobbin' heads
Poppin' heads, don't call da feds
You know I think about it everyday
Killin' muhfukas causin' ruckus ain't a game
But I'm a flowing genius, I think it is insane
I'm catching wishes like fishes, ay do you feel me man?
We kill the game
Now back off me
Back off me
'Cause I'm building my rap army
And I'm peelin' in a As' Marty
With machine guns mounted
That be my fault
Let em come stomp on my asphalt
With no love, I be damn if I'm at fault for lettin new haters soak in they bath salt
With the trash talk
With a mascot
Of a sad pouting ass troll my mans
Ain't got no votes on that
Hope dat I open that
Can of whoop ass almanac
Pack em up with notes attached
And a broken back
Got 'em chokin' back
Spoken wack, I'm loathing that
Bobbin heads, bobbin heads
Bobbin heads, bobbin heads
Poppin heads, don't call da feds
Bobbin heads, bobbin heads
Bobbin heads, bobbin heads
Poppin heads, don't call da feds
The gold chain so vain
But it got my name on it
With a little bit of hot Cuban on it
No shame on it, no stain on it
It's clean with the faux fur
Rolling round a cold town with a chauffeur
If today be the last
You should go first
So tame be the bane of the whole verse
I don't know about
How I feel, when you moan and shout
Unless I blow it out
Slow it down
And with no doubt, these folks wanna roll loud
No scowl
But you hoes pout
When they so wild
Oh child
No child
Whoa child
Don't hold out, on my bro foul
Game is forbidden
You don't love, do love?
Shit what is it?
Ya man can't live with pain and don't fidget
Girl I had a crush on name be Bridget
Love for each other is attained for a minute
A mate who'll cheat is mate with a limit
A man with no honor ain't a man he a pest
Believe in the karma so say it wit chest
I know it's an honor to say I'm the best
I stay in the house, slaying the guest
I come from it
But I don't stay in the West
I'm waiting I guess
LA you next
Just wait on it
And Hate on me less
With restless waves to attest, waves to attest
This ain't checkers y'all
I'm staying with chess
But I came for the game with a net, net
Bobbin' heads / bobbin' heads
Bobbin' heads, bobbin' heads
Poppin' heads, don't call da feds
Bobbin' heads, bobbin' heads
Bobbin' heads, bobbin' heads
Poppin' heads, don't call da feds
I'm a get a lady in here get her ass chokin'
Better get it wetter girl I'm tryna bring a boat in
If I'm on the surface better hope a nigga floatin'
I needa kill the sadness and I wish that I was jokin'
This ain't no confession so don't try to bring the pope in
I feel like I'm a kid in an arcade without a token
I'm a be the one without a gun I'm never totin'
But I'm a kill all of the drama
Promise I love you but mamma I'm in a hell of sauna
Gotta get rid of the karma
Into heading to Allah
Saying I'm ready to folla, grandma impalin' Impala wreckin' the car is a wallop
God he fallin' upon a
Pit of the fiery lava
After the hangin'
I'm gonna
I think I see life when I close my eyes
Is that with a wife?
I feel no surprise
But death is in mind tryna take my side
Tellin' me to ride tellin' me to ride
No need to divide
Bobbin heads, bobbin heads
Bobbin heads, bobbin heads
Poppin heads, don't call da feds
Bobbin heads, bobbin heads
Bobbin heads, bobbin heads
Poppin heads, don't call da feds
I'm bobbin' heads
I'm bobbin' heads
Bobbin' heads
And I'm poppin' heads
Rather be bobbin' heads
Whoa, your bobbin'
Your bobbin', and I'm bobbin'
Whoa
I'm bobbin'
Keep bobbin' your head
Bobbin' heads, bobbin' heads
Poppin' heads, don't call da feds
You know I think about it everyday
Killin' muhfukas causin' ruckus ain't a game
But I'm a flowing genius, I think it is insane
I'm catching wishes like fishes, ay do you feel me man?
We kill the game
Now back off me
Back off me
'Cause I'm building my rap army
And I'm peelin' in a As' Marty
With machine guns mounted
That be my fault
Let em come stomp on my asphalt
With no love, I be damn if I'm at fault for lettin new haters soak in they bath salt
With the trash talk
With a mascot
Of a sad pouting ass troll my mans
Ain't got no votes on that
Hope dat I open that
Can of whoop ass almanac
Pack em up with notes attached
And a broken back
Got 'em chokin' back
Spoken wack, I'm loathing that
Bobbin heads, bobbin heads
Bobbin heads, bobbin heads
Poppin heads, don't call da feds
Bobbin heads, bobbin heads
Bobbin heads, bobbin heads
Poppin heads, don't call da feds
The gold chain so vain
But it got my name on it
With a little bit of hot Cuban on it
No shame on it, no stain on it
It's clean with the faux fur
Rolling round a cold town with a chauffeur
If today be the last
You should go first
So tame be the bane of the whole verse
I don't know about
How I feel, when you moan and shout
Unless I blow it out
Slow it down
And with no doubt, these folks wanna roll loud
No scowl
But you hoes pout
When they so wild
Oh child
No child
Whoa child
Don't hold out, on my bro foul
Game is forbidden
You don't love, do love?
Shit what is it?
Ya man can't live with pain and don't fidget
Girl I had a crush on name be Bridget
Love for each other is attained for a minute
A mate who'll cheat is mate with a limit
A man with no honor ain't a man he a pest
Believe in the karma so say it wit chest
I know it's an honor to say I'm the best
I stay in the house, slaying the guest
I come from it
But I don't stay in the West
I'm waiting I guess
LA you next
Just wait on it
And Hate on me less
With restless waves to attest, waves to attest
This ain't checkers y'all
I'm staying with chess
But I came for the game with a net, net
Bobbin' heads / bobbin' heads
Bobbin' heads, bobbin' heads
Poppin' heads, don't call da feds
Bobbin' heads, bobbin' heads
Bobbin' heads, bobbin' heads
Poppin' heads, don't call da feds
I'm a get a lady in here get her ass chokin'
Better get it wetter girl I'm tryna bring a boat in
If I'm on the surface better hope a nigga floatin'
I needa kill the sadness and I wish that I was jokin'
This ain't no confession so don't try to bring the pope in
I feel like I'm a kid in an arcade without a token
I'm a be the one without a gun I'm never totin'
But I'm a kill all of the drama
Promise I love you but mamma I'm in a hell of sauna
Gotta get rid of the karma
Into heading to Allah
Saying I'm ready to folla, grandma impalin' Impala wreckin' the car is a wallop
God he fallin' upon a
Pit of the fiery lava
After the hangin'
I'm gonna
I think I see life when I close my eyes
Is that with a wife?
I feel no surprise
But death is in mind tryna take my side
Tellin' me to ride tellin' me to ride
No need to divide
Bobbin heads, bobbin heads
Bobbin heads, bobbin heads
Poppin heads, don't call da feds
Bobbin heads, bobbin heads
Bobbin heads, bobbin heads
Poppin heads, don't call da feds
I'm bobbin' heads
I'm bobbin' heads
Bobbin' heads
And I'm poppin' heads
Rather be bobbin' heads
Whoa, your bobbin'
Your bobbin', and I'm bobbin'
Whoa
I'm bobbin'
Keep bobbin' your head
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Writer(s): Black Seoul, Champ Abrams
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